Signs

Prologue

A/N: Hello!! this is my first story, uhmm.. I'm not really good at writing but I'm trying I hope you'll enjoy, :))  will add the first chapter soon :))

“I was in deep pain; it felt like my heart is ripped...”

I hadn’t finished what I am reading when I feel that somebody touches my elbow. And when I look up to see who it was, I saw a tall guy smiling at me.

DYLAN                    

I stare at him like an idiot trying to figure out what he is doing here in the garden at lunch time. And why on earth he is smiling at me.

I tried to recover from my “mini mental block attack” and manage to say something but...

“What are you doing?” he is still smiling as he sit down in the empty space beside me.

Saying that his question surprise me is an understatement. I mean, I am a typical and boring kind of person. Who will be interested in talking to me? I’m not girly, unlike some of my batch mates who are pretty, I’m one of a kind girl who will ask someone to braid her hair, or worst, tie it in a messy bun. Someone who is much more interested on reading, writing, and escaping reality rather than fixing themselves to be pretty.

“I... uhm... reading?” I said, hey don’t blame me OK? It is the most decent answer my brain could think of!

“Hmm... I see. Mind if I join you? By the way my name is Dylan.” He positions his hand for me to shake it.

“Try to act normal! You know him from your history and literature classes. All you have to do is to shake his hands. There’s nothing wrong with it. Right?”

I held his hand and shook it gently while smiling. After 5 seconds for what seems like infinity, I went back on reading my book. I know it is rude to just read your book while you have a company but you cannot blame me, I tend to hide inside a shell, and ‘m not good at socializing.

I think he didn’t mind my action. Instead he held a guitar and started to strum it. Don’t ask me where he got that instrument. It seems to just pop up in the scene.

The tune seems familiar. He continue strumming and after that he started singing

I don’t think that passenger seat

Has ever looked this good to me

He told me about his night

I count the colours in his eyes

He never fall inlove he swears

As he run his fingers through his hair

I’m laughing cause I hope he’s wrong

I’d lie! My favourite song!

He continues playing in his guitar. Bloods were rushing to my face. I tried to get hold of myself. I’m hyperventilating!

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IT’S A SIGN